The queen had prayed this day would never come—blood, fire, and screams returning to her kingdom. Perhaps it was selfish to keep her children from Gnark, but how could she let a ruthless beast marry one of them? Her guards fought valiantly, but it was futile. Gnark now had her by the hair, his sword at her neck. "You thought you could betray me?" he snarled, scanning the room for the royal heirs. "I should mount your head on a spike to show what happens to those who defy me."
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